Can we reset, maybe?
I just feel like you've got some toxic masculinity issues
you need to work out and until then
we just shouldn't interact so much or...
Like, at all, you know?
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My gut says we're missing something,
and we're not done with the acting class.
Come on, Moss.
Why're you holding onto this?
The siren returns.
Oh! We're going right into it, okay!
- Yeah! - Okay!
What's this Bolivian fellow's name?
Cristobal Sifuentes.
Take his stash house.
Then when he comes up here to LA to deal with that, you kill him.
He's a marine named Taylor.
He knows about the hit. He wants in.
He's probably crazy.
You and wacko do the hit...
...and then afterwards, you take him out.
- Take him out? - Mm-hmm.
Check it out. Dude, this is mega.
We've hit the freakin' jackpot.
We're a team, brother.
Fuches, Taylor. Taylor, Fuches.
Hey, man.
So, this is where the Bolivians are gonna land?
According to Paco, yeah.
You know what?
I honestly think we should knock that shit out in midair.
I know this guy in Tijuana who can get us some FIM-92 Stingers.
Fucking boom.
We'll be celebrating with cervezas
before that shit even hits the ground.
Sweet. Yeah. Um, brute force is
a total valid tactic, but I think in this case,
maybe going surgical is the better way to go.
You know, put me up with a rifle on top of the hill there,
and they'll land someplace here,
and I'll shoot the Bolivian leader when he gets off the, uh, the plane.
But keep the suggestions coming, man. All good stuff.
I think, uh, Taylor's gonna be clutch with this.
He wants to shoot the plane out of midair
and then drink beers.
Well, I mean, you can teach discretion,
but, frankly, what he needs, Fuches,
is someone like you to, uh...
Or if we had a few more dudes,
we could just bum-rush these motherfuckers.
...to mold him.
Don't try and Parent Trap me, dickhead.
You think you can stick me with this donkey
and then go be Hugh Grant? No!
You should've killed him at the stash house like you were supposed to.
This would be a sweet place for a hot tub.
Fly in some chicks...
fuck 'em.
Oh. I can't...
I can't... I can't watch this.
I'll be in the car.
You... You need to kill this guy before he gets you killed.
And this... this would be a terrible place
for a hot tub! A fucking...
hot tub!
Did Fuches just say hot tub?
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Oh. Watch your step here.
That's a big one.
Hey, you know, if we knock down that wall,
it would really open the place up.
You know, clean up the blood, maybe add some French doors,
Maybe a ping-pong table right there. You know?
I'm just riffing.
Now Cristobal will come here to US.
Hey!
You took my fucking stash house!
I'm going to slit your fucking throats.
And we will be waiting for him.
Yes, because they are short, right.
Right. Goran, this is great physical comedy of you.
- It costs, it costs. - Oh, it's good, though.
What?
I have prezentatsiya for you.
Okay, I take photos.
All time, Barry no doing hit. No, no.
Barry buy fancy new clothes.
Barry have sex with nun.
Barry buying laptop computer.
No hit.
You're so creepy, man.
You're just so fucking creepy.
You were following Barry?
Who tell you to do this?
Whole point is that Barry
have no connection to our family.
You follow him around and be personal photographer?
That's connection! Why would you do this?
He kill my brother.
- Okay, you need to let that go. Okay? - Oh my God.
No one cares. It's so boring.
Every day with "kill my brother."
Look! Barry got us stash house!
Beautiful, super awesome, sexy stash house!
- It's so nice. - He does great work!
- Let me kill him. - Are you deaf?
Leave him alone.
- Boss... - Look. Here, finally,
is job that is tailor-made for you.
Chop, chop, chop. Blood and guts.
You can wear your apron
and your fucking creepy hockey mask.
But no Barry.
Okay.
I leave Barry alone.
Hi.
What time is it?
I have 8:10.
I gotta go to work.
Not on an empty stomach.
You know, it's our one-week anniversary.
Don't you think I would have forgotten that.
Okay.
Gene, this has been really wonderful,
and... Wait.
This has gotta end, honey.
Because I've ju... I mean, I've let it go too far.
I'm still investigating your class.
This is just... this is just way beyond over the line.
- Whose line? - My line.
Your line. Every line.
- It's just... - Janice, for three nights,
you've come home and told me that everybody is up in your grill at work,
because you can't let go of this crazy acting class connection.
I never said, "up in my grill,"
- so you can stop there. - Okay, the point is... the point is,
nobody believes that my class
could be involved in Ryan's death except for you.
I myself thought that you were questioning them
because you wanted to be close to me.
I... I was very flattered.
But now I've gotta wonder.
Are you keeping them in play
because you're trying to prevent us from becoming
- what we might become? - No. It is not...
No, no, that's not what's happening here.
- Well, that's good, Janice. - Okay.
Now, I know that it's only three days,
but I'm 47 years old.
I am old enough to know a great thing
when it comes knocking on my door
in the middle of the night.
We are breathing rarefied air,
and you know it.
If we ran away from this because we were scared,
wouldn't that be, oh, so very sad?
Oh! Good! More!
- Yeah. - Oh yes!
Oh, good!
Killer job, um,
on the recon at the airstrip today.
Like that?
Lot of great suggestions.
Just came real naturally to you.
I'm a Marine, just like you.
Look at what this chick does to this dude's asshole.
You know, if you keep it up at this level,
you know, there's a world where...
You know...
Oh yeah!
- ...you could take over... - Yes, yes, yes!
...for me, and I, in turn, could...
leave.
So, I'd work for Fuches?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. That'd be cool, right?
No. That dude sucks.
Can you pause this? Is there a way we can...
What's his cut? What's he take off the top?
Just half.
What? Dude, fuck that.
No, no, no, the way he explains it, though...
That fucker's scamming you.
He's not scamming me, all right?
We've been working with each other for years.
- We're... we're a team. - So, why you wanna leave?
Well, you know, I'm just at a place where I wanna...
branch out and explore new...
opportunities.
But he won't let you?
It's not that he won't let me.
It's just that he doesn't like me doing other things.
You should fucking ace that dude.
Taylor.
Kill Fuches?
- I-I... I can do that? - Well, you do what you wanna do.
You should get rid of him.
Oh, my ass.
Here.
What's this?
Money from the stash house.
I counted it out. This is your half.
Hey, uh, this money's dirty.
Uh, you can't spend it. You need it cleaned.
And no, I'm not gonna ace Fuches.
He's essentially family, and I think if you give him a chance,
you'll see that
you two working together makes total sense.
You take that money, kill Fuches,
live your dreams.
Watch how much this guy jizzes.
Fucking shame.
Oh wow.
Hey, Dad.
Who's this?
Well, that's me when I got out of the Marine Corps and, uh...
I don't remember who this man is.
Where's your sister?
You guys gotta get to school.
Fine.
- Have a good day. - Thanks.
Oh! Again!
Yes!
Yeah.
Oh! Harder!
Oh, it's still going on. All right.
So, uh...
So, I'll see you tomorrow.
- Hey. - Hmm?
Roadie?
No.
Hey, guys?
Hey, hey. I just... I just wanna, real quick, say I'm really sorry
I yelled at you guys last class.
You guys were just trying to do the work,
and I jumped down your throats, and, uh... I was wrong.
No, listen, Bars. We were talking,
and... we're sorry. Yeah.
Yeah. We all took a quiz.
We were in a bubble. You've been through
something that we can't possibly understand, Barry.
Yeah, I've actually decided to start reading books about World War II.
You're gonna be an amazing Macbeth... uh, Scottish king.
Thanks, guys. I appreciate that.
- Yeah. Yeah. - Thanks for understanding.
All right.
Who wants to bring the Bard's words alive?
Scripts out.
Fuck.
Fuck!
- Oh. I'm sorry. Sorry. - Gimme a second.
Hey, B, I saw you, like, rush out of the theater.
Do you have IBS?
'Cause, like, I have IBS.
Barry, I'd actually like to share my story with you.
You know, when I was 12 years...
"Out, damned spot!"
Out, I say!"
"Why, then, 'tis time to do't."
I thought this was Natalie's part.
Yeah. I asked her. She doesn't want to talk about it.
Do you mark that?
Okay, Barry, hold it before you give yourself a hernia.
What are you doing?
Uh, I'm... I'm saying my line.
Yeah, and... you're saying the hell out of it, too.
Except, we're not sayers.
- We're studying to be actors. - Right.
Where's Lady Macbeth?
She's right there.
She's so close. What is she doing?
Sh... she's sleepwalking.
- Do you wanna wake her? - No.
So, my thought is your guy
would probably talk like this,
and not talk like this, for Christ's sake!
All right. Cool.
So, quieter? Or not. Or...
This is not a volume issue.
This is an issue of that you have decided
how to do the scene even before it started.
You are not listening to your acting partner.
- Thank you. - Stay outta this.
I... I feel like I am listening,
'cause that's why I know when to say my lines.
Yeah. Oh no, that's called "waiting."
- Okay. - You're waiting. You're not listening.
- Right. - You have to listen to the attitude,
to the tone, to the way that it's being said to you.
Wow. I keep forgetting how strong you are.
All right, you know what? Both of you face each other right now.
We're gonna do repetition exercises.
You're gonna say something to Sally,
she's gonna repeat it back to you,
you're gonna say it back to her.
Now, the words will stay the same,
but you... will change.
All right, go.
What do I... I don't know what to say.
- Do I... I'm sorry. - Okay.
- I guess I don't understand. - All right. Listen.
- Just listen and focus. - Okay.
- Something simple. - Mm-hmm.
Just tell her you love her.
I love you.
I love you?
- I love you. - Okay. Stop. All right.
You're saying it like you mean it.
She's saying it like... "Get the hell outta here."
You have to listen to the way she's talking to you
with her soul.
Go.
I love you.
"I love you"?
I love you?
All right, now, adapt.
Adjust. Look at her.
Uh-huh. - All right?
It's hopeless, Barry. Give it the fuck up.
I love you.
Well, look who's a good listener.
You stuck your tail between your legs,
and you slunk off like a beaten man.
That's listening. Bring it in. Bring it in.
All right. Thank you. Thank you.
Let's take a hard five.
You have three new voice messages.
Barry, Taylor.
Let me know when you want to kill those Bolivians.
My schedule is pretty freed up.
I canceled most of my appointments.
Fuck.
Barry, Fuches. Have you killed Taylor yet?
If you don't have the stones to do it, you better tell him
to keep his fucking mouth shut
or you'll stick a bayonet up his ass!
Oh Jesus.
Hey, Barry, it's Taylor.
Forgot to tell you I put a deposit down on a hot tub.
I figured we could split it 50-50...
- What? - ...so you owe me 1700 bucks.
- Fuck! - Also, you killed Fuches yet?
All right, that's it!
Put a fucking bayonet in your ass, man.
Hello.
Hey, Taylor. It's Barry, man.
Listen, dude, you, um...
You've been pretty amazing.
Uh, really, really great,
just an incredible energy, and I felt like we had, like,
an a amazing chemistry at the stash house, you know?
But this... this plane thing is kind of like a different vibe.
Uh-huh.
And you know, I'm still trying to figure it all out,
but it seems to me, that maybe, um,
low-profile is the best way to go with this one,
so I... I think I'm...
gonna do this job solo.
Okay.
It is no way an indictment of your ideas,
by the way, like that amazing bum-rush pitch,
which was so inspired, dude.
Really, really inspired. Um...
You haven't told anybody about this, have you?
- Nope. - I don't know why I just asked you that.
Big, professional dude like you.
So, yeah, I'm gonna do it by myself,
and you're not coming,
and it's gonna be... It's gonna be a thing...
that I do by myself.
If you make one more move...
Uh-huh.
Hey, so, like, are we allowed to park
in that outer lot? That one's over...
I've been parking over there and I...
I'm not sure if we're supposed to be doing that or not.
There's no sign or anything.
Well...
Hallelujah.
She saw the light.
How about that?
Come in.
Okay. I have an idea,
and it might just be brilliant.
I'm listening.
Okay, you know how my scene isn't working?
I just took it away from Natalie and gave it to you.
What else could you possibly want?
Debra Messing says that you should only play parts that scare you.
I've played Lady M. I need something more.
I need something that I can, you know...
sink my teeth into.
Yeah? Well, I am so sorry
that Shakespeare's women are not juicy enough for you.
Who are you dying to play?
"To-morrow, and to-morrow...
and to-morrow."
Are you serious?
Yes! I am. Not Lady Macbeth.
Macbeth himself. Act five, scene five.
The whole enchilada?
Mother of God.
Do you know how many greats have died on that hill?
- Orson Welles for one. - Oh, for God's sake!
Lord Richard Harris. The great Bert Lahr.
Sally, this is reckless.
Look, I just... I... I need to do something drastic.
Why?
Mike Hallman dropped me as a client.
What a turd of a profession.
You're gonna have to nail this.
- I know. - We're talking perfection.
- I know. - But, Sally, you know the expression.
"You want to go fast, go it alone.
You want to go far, go together."
Why do you always insist on going it alone?
You and I both know there is no one in this class at my level.
Be that as it may, Sally,
not everything is a monologue.
The ensemble is there
to help you shine.
Gene. I want this.
I need this.
All right.
Hey, hey. But Barry is gonna play Seyton.
Okay.
Sally, it's one line.
I'm sure you can eat around that.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
- Oh, oh, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Okay.
Okay.
I won't let you down.
- Oh, hey. Do you know... - Oh!
...if Mr. Cousineau's in the office?
No. No, no. Sorry.
Excuse me, sir. Excuse me.
Excuse me, sir!
Are you...
are you one of Mr. Cousineau's students?
Uh...
Wrong address.
I... I... Very small English.
That accent...
is it Russian?
Hmm?
LAPD! Stop!
Oh shoot.
Do not get in that car!
Gun!
Gun! Gun!
Fuck!
Aah.
Show me your hands!
Show me your fucking hands!
Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you.
- Hey, you okay? - Yeah.
- They took your statement? - Yeah.
What the fuck are the Chechens doing here?
Maybe it had something to do with this.
Huh?
26K and change stuffed
in a fucking... john.
- Think Ryan stashed it? - Maybe.
Maybe he just wasn't fucking Pazar's wife.
Maybe he was using her to be in business with the Chechens.
- But one thing I do know? - Hmm?
We didn't find $26,000
and a dead Chechen in a fucking gym, Loach.
- We found 'em here. - Sorry, sir. Can't come in right now.
Of course I can, It's my theater.
Sorry, it's a crime... Sir, it's a crime scene.
My students are waiting for me.
What do you mean it's a crime scene?
Hello. Hello. I'm sure you remember me.
- Mr. Gene Cousineau. - How can I help you, Mr. Cousineau?
Are you all right?
You need to go home, Mr. Cousineau.
- Am I gonna see you? - Go home.
Fucking acting teacher.
Yeah, I remember him.
What I don't get is that you made a whole thing
about taking the acting class off the board.
So...
what were you doing back here?
I'm so sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.
- It's over though, right? - Yeah.
It's over.
- Good. - Good.
Let's go to work. Come on.
Taylor, dude, what the fuck are you doing here?
No, brother, it's all good.
I know what you were saying, but I solved that problem.
- This stuff is free, right? - Shut up. Come on.
You need to get out of here right now. You understand?
What the fuck are they doing here?
- What's up, dude? - Said you needed more manpower
for a bum rush, so I kissed them in.
They're fucking pumped. Dude, we've been pre-gaming all night.
Woo!
Barry.
Check this out.
Bushmaster, baby.
- Shit! - Oh shit!
Drive.
My bad.
Drive!
Woo!
This is perfect, dude.
- We're gonna crush it. - Gonna set this bitch off.
Get outta the car, Chris.
- What? Why? Whoa. - Get outta the fucking car.
- Whoa, whoa! Dude, dude, dude! - Get outta the car now!
- Dude, relax! Relax, man! - Get outta the fucking car!
It's not a big deal! Okay?
Taylor said you needed some help to scare the shit outta some guys.
That's it. I got your back. I ain't soft.
Jesus.
Been reading that acting book.
Fucking life-changing shit.
We're going east, right?
You think that story about Ralph Macchio's true?
Pretty fucked up.
Taylor, we're posting up on the hill like we talked about, right?
'Cause that's... That's our turnoff right there.
Hey, Taylor, turn around!
That shit that dude says about making the unsafe choice?
Fucking spoke to me, man.
Taylor, turn around!
Oh fuck yeah.
Let's fucking party!
Taylor! Taylor!
- Woo! - Fucking get shot!
Turn the fucking music down!
Come on, motherfucker!
Shit.
- Jesus. God damn it. - Woo!
Get these motherfuckers!
- Woo-hoo! - Ready!
Taylor, they're already here!
The plane's already here!
Smoke them motherfuckers!
Taylor, stop!
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